Quotes From "Hamlet" By William Shakespeare

This above all: to thine own self be true, And...
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This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. William Shakespeare
Sweets to the sweet.
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Sweets to the sweet. William Shakespeare
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To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.-- Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd! . William Shakespeare
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes...
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There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. William Shakespeare
This above all: to thine own self be true.
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This above all: to thine own self be true. William Shakespeare
A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.
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A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear. William Shakespeare
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how...
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There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. William Shakespeare
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where...
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Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there. William Shakespeare
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To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub. William Shakespeare
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Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby. William Shakespeare
The rest, is silence.
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The rest, is silence. William Shakespeare
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O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on: and yet, within a month-- Let me not think on't-- Frailty, thy name is woman! -- A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she-- O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month: Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not nor it cannot come to good: But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue. . William Shakespeare
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore...
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Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears. William Shakespeare
And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not...
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And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again. William Shakespeare
Dying's a fearful popular activity these days so we often...
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Dying's a fearful popular activity these days so we often double 'em up. John Marsden
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Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seatin this distracted globe. Remember thee? William Shakespeare
There are more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt...
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There are more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt of by your philosophy. William Shakespeare
There is more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt...
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There is more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt of by your philosophy. William Shakespeare
O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?...
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O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple Hell? William Shakespeare
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I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list! William Shakespeare
Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and...
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Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee. William Shakespeare
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them...
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Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. William Shakespeare
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than...
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There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. William Shakespeare
For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs...
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For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away William Shakespeare
- Where is Polonius?- In heaven; send hither to see:...
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- Where is Polonius?- In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' the other place yourself. William Shakespeare
The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
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The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape. William Shakespeare
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
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Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? William Shakespeare
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My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief. William Shakespeare
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Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency. William Shakespeare
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Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. William Shakespeare
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Suit the action to the word, the Word to the action. William Shakespeare
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Seems, " madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems."'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe. William Shakespeare
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When Rosencrantz asks Hamlet, "Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do surely bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your grief to your friends"( I I I, ii, 844-846), Hamlet responds, "Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me." (III, ii, 371-380) . William Shakespeare
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Do not forever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust. Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing though nature to eternity. William Shakespeare
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Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a specialprovidence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will benow; if it be not now, yet it will come: thereadiness is all. William Shakespeare
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I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. William Shakespeare
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Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. William Shakespeare
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If it be now, ’tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come–the readiness is all. William Shakespeare
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There’s a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will William Shakespeare
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To be or not to be that is the question. William Shakespeare
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By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me. William Shakespeare
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What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? William Shakespeare
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What a piece of work is man! William Shakespeare
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To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. William Shakespeare
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Ay, sir;to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. William Shakespeare
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What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord? Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness? Think of it.[ The very place puts toys of desperation, Without more motive, into every brain That looks so many fathoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath.] . William Shakespeare
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Frailty, thy name is woman! – A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears:– William Shakespeare
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Doubt thou the stars are fire Doubt thou the sun doth move Doubt truth to be a liar But never doubt I love William Shakespeare
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But virtue, as it never will be moved, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven, So lust, though to a radiant angel linked, Will sate itself in a celestial bed And prey on garbage. William Shakespeare
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The single and peculiar mind is bound With all the strength and armor of the mind To keep itself from noyance, but much more That spirit upon whose weal depends and rests The lives of many. The cess of majesty Dies not alone, but like a gulf doth draw What's near it with it; or it is a massy wheel Fixed on the summit of the highest mount, To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things Are mortised and adjoined, which, when it falls, Each small annexment, petty consequence, Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone Did the king sigh, but with a general groan. William Shakespeare